روايات وقصص ضمن Extreme Femdom Punishment

He spread my legs wide and slammed into my pussy in one brutal thrust. “Fuck!” I screamed into the pillow, the stretch still overwhelming. Dominic fucked me like he wanted to punish me. Hard, vicious strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. My juices squirted out around his cock with every thrust, soaking their sheets. “You’re tighter than her. Wetter than her. Younger than her,” he growled, spanking my ass red. “Say it while I ruin you in her bed.” “I’m tighter… I’m wetter…” I sobbed, pushing back onto his cock despite everything. “I’m such a disgusting whore. I don’t deserve to live after what I’m doing to your family.”

“So plump and soft. Do you know how many times I’ve had to ask for forgiveness because of the thoughts this ass ignited in me?” Then he spanked me hard. The sound was sharp, a stinging explosion of heat across my right buttock. I let out a cry, my fingers digging into the mattress. Before I could even process the pain, the second one landed on the left. Crack. He wasn't holding back. This wasn't a lover’s tap; it was a reckoning. He used his open palm, the weight of his hand carrying years of repressed, agonizing celibacy. With every strike, he murmured my sins that turned the act into a dark ritual.

Encouraged by this reaction, he slapped the other watching the firm mound jiggle. He alternated between roughly squeezing her tits and slapping them and she thoroughly enjoyed the rough treatment. Being out on his terrace, where any number of people could see them, see the way he was treating her and how much she was loving it, surprisingly excited her. Her pussy was soaked and aching for him but she didn't want this exquisite punishment to end. "Oh yes, oh God yes," she whimpered, her head hanging back, letting him do what he would with her tits.

I moaned. “Not yet.” She said as she sensed my orgasm growing near. “You do not cum unless I say so.” She said as she gently slapped my cock, left and right, repeatedly. She uncuffed one of my arms and flipped me onto my stomach. “Ass up.” I arched my back, using one hand to spread my ass as she lubed me again. Her hands gripped firm on my hips as she slammed the dildo in once more, pounding into my ass. “Mommy…it hurts.” I begged, feeling the dildo tear up my ass, painfully stretching it.

Claiming the skin that I kept barely hidden all day. "Did it turn you on?" he growls between strikes. "Knowing you were naked while you talked about logistics?" "Yes!" I cry out as his hand strikes the exact same spot again. "Six." I’ve been on edge all day, fighting the urge to squirm and rub myself against the leather of my chair. Forcing myself to wait for Dominik to pleasure me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard when your punishment is over.” The growl in his voice makes my fingers curl on the slippery surface of the desk. The sharp contraction of my pussy sends shockwaves through my body.

He takes off my glasses and kisses me deeply, pulling me to himself by grabbing my buttocks. *** Day 6 of Punishment It’s the last day of my punishment and I’m dying for the orgasm. In the shower every morning, only I know how I control myself from touching myself. It’s pure torture. But Will, my Master, controlling my pleasure gives me pure satisfaction. At night after dinner, Will leads me to the living room and makes me sit on the floor, leaning against the sofa, naked. He pulls my legs wide, painfully wide, and uses a rope to secure my ankles to the legs of the table. I am splayed open, completely exposed in the middle of the hall.

I felt like I was in Fifty Shades of Grey for crying out loud. The worst of the worst came when I read the soft and hard limits of our arrangement. The soft limits were spanking, bondage, blindfolding, edging, teasing with implements such as feathers, ice, and wax, use of words like sir or master when addressing him in the bedroom, and no speaking without permission. I was horrified that it was even a soft limit. It should have been a hard limit. He also included light degradation and humiliation, role-play, and the use of toys on me.

Thick fingers part my folds, and I moan around his cock as they circle my clit, slow and deliberate. "She’s soaked," a second voice rumbles, unfamiliar but no less commanding. "Fuck, Dom. You’ve barely touched her." Dominic’s chuckle vibrates through his shaft. "She knows what she’s here for." The fingers retreat, only to return with a sharp slap against my swollen clit. Pain blooms, white-hot, and I scream around his cock, my back arching. The sound pulls a groan from Dominic’s chest. "Again," he orders. Another slap. Then another. My vision blurs. My cunt clenches around nothing, desperate, needy. I’m going to come. I’m going to—

My body arches against the ties, the clamps pulling taut, sending sharp, burning pain through my nipples that twists the pleasure into something sharper, more intense. His eyes darken to black. “You came without permission,” he says, low and dangerous, pulling the dildo from me with a wet pop. “Bad girl. Now you get punished.” He flips me onto my stomach...adjusting the ties so my wrists cross above my head and my ankles are still spread wide. My ass is up, exposed, the clamps now pressed against the mattress, the pressure on my nipples constant and crushing, making me whimper. The cool air kisses my wet pussy and stinging ass cheeks, heightening my vulnerability.

“We can go inside the house to deal with your punishment, or we can deal with it outside. I’ve got an order of your clothes coming, and I will make sure our guests witness your punishment.” “You brute. Are you some kind of Dominant?” she asked. “So you know what those are?” Her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t answer. “No, I’m not a Dominant. I’ve got no playroom or equipment to punish you with. I don’t own floggers. What I’ve got is my hand, some fancy dildos, and some rope. I don’t need anything else to get my pleasure.” Her gaze returned to his in shock.